“Yes; we are near a place called Pilgrim’s Rest.”
“Instruct the first engineer to slow the engines to five knots an hour and keep the fog bell going.”
“Very well, sir.”
“Attend to this at once.”
The first officer left the cabin.
Captain Nares and Harry Girdwood were left alone together again.
There was a serious expression on each of their faces.
“I have forgotten one thing of importance,” the captain said.
“What is that?” asked Harry.
“I can telephone to the deck. Listen! On a coast like this it is necessary to take soundings.”